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Oberon follows Grimma up the hill, trailing Skull-breaker behind him in case of trouble.

"I need a bath and my armour needs the opposite. It'll soon be rusted solid!"

OCC: I don't see Grimma's character sheet anywhere?

Oberon decides that all seems orderly with no opportunity for the vigourous application of Skull-breaker and repairs to the inn for ale, supper and a good nap.

Oberon follows Fenwick at a short distance - just in case anyone tries to part him from his purse before the transaction is complete.

Oberon salutes Gerhard and settles down to a pleasant dream in which he chases innumerable mange-ridden hounds into the Cauldrons of ravenous Snickets. OCC: Pretty sure they were goblins and not kobolds. The distinction is not sufficient to trouble Oberon, he'll happily kill either or both. Preferab...

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Oberon places a hand on Guntram's shoulder, "I am in the debt of both you and your goddess good sir."

"Already, this mission has given me fast friends and goblin blood. Certainly this is a good day!"

Guntram puts his flail away and closes his eyes as he holds the symbol of the Goddess (a flaming sun with a border of flowering hops). He turns to Oberon. Friend Oberon, I see you are wounded. Let me see what I and the Goddess can do . . . I look over Oberon's wound. Oberon, do you want the healing...

Oberon bellows obscenities at the wolf and winds up Skull-breaker for another swing. OCC: Ideally, Oberon will attack the wolf but the red mist is closing in so anything goblinish or packing sharp teeth is fair game. "The Black Gates of Helviti beckon, you scabrous cur!" "The nine poxes be upon thee...

"Finish the wolf and they're done for." Yells Oberon.

Oberon advances slowly with a view to meeting the enemy within short range of missile fire but slow enough for the party to launch a

"Fighters advance, archers volley, wizards...wizard!"

Oberon roars and bellows; if they don't know they're outnumbered this might give them pause for thought.